hobocop

i found myself agreeing to do something that i had rationalized into sounding like a good idea but in reality, it could get me in no small amount of trouble. jail trouble. get me?
oh well, you only live once....unless you're a buddhist in the maisya caste.
man, do i love me some cheetos

to the bastard who gave me the flu:
if i ever find out who you are, i'm going to jam my fist up your ass and make you my own personal hand puppet. bitch

when REAL men go shopping, they don't want their milk put in a bag. you know why? because it has a fucking handle.

apparently i forgot to tell everyone about my encounter with the christmas pimp.
you see a guy walking down the oppisote side of the street wearing a cowboy hat, long trench coat and carrying what appears to be a cane, you think 'pimp', right? i know i did. it wasn't until he started shouting 'i'm camouflaged, you can't see me!', to a very disinterested dumpster...
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five hours to go until the new year and i still haven't finished sandbagging the windows or put the finishing touches on my bomb shelter made of cardboard and old soup cans. i'd better get to work.

if 'jesus' is the answer, then what the hell is the question?

bah fucking humbug.......what the fuck is a humbug and do i really want them fucking?

The signs are all there
Spiraling into nothing
Why won't you listen?

It's not even 8 o'clock in the morning and i'm pretty drunk. does this mean that i have problem or that i'm just really fun?

hey, hey, i saved the world today
and everybodys happy the bad thing's gone away.

you're welcome

send cash